Alexander Murphy is (predacious) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-09-02 22:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !great gatsby, *narrative, alexander murphy |
Alexander Narrative
Who: Alexander
What: Decisions
Where: West Egg, Gatsby
When: Current
Warnings/Rating: Death of a NPC
Loss was a known variable in his life. His family, the home he had made in England, the home he had made in New Orleans, whatever semblance of life he had found in Las Vegas were gone by the time they found themselves in colonial Louisiana. Were he the type to eat food any longer, loss would have buttered his bread and sweetened his tea. Instead it was an old companion, sitting beneath his ribs, eating whatever remained of his heart.
He was not so arrogant as to believe that much remained. The first night in Gatsby, he found the house his brother had spoken of, unpacked his coffin, and slept in the root cellar. Waking did not put his brother upstairs, did not flood his senses with Chloe's rose water and the flowers she kept in her room, nor the beat of her heart, nor the pad of her steps. The servants above were not ones he knew by the scents they left clinging to the air of the house, nor by the sound of their feet on the floor above.
Alexander waited until they were quieter, gone to bed or having left the house once the sun went down to leave the cellar. One remained in the kitchen, one he could not hear, could not smell, but who tasted as sweet as they should when his fangs parted her skin and he drank until there was no more heart beat left to deliver her life. How good it felt to sate himself like a booze hound at the end of Prohibition, relishing in the over indulgence without fear of penalty.
Her body he later helped into Long Island Sound, when the tide went out.
Would he remain? This was a compromise between the modern that his sister craved and the taste of the historical that he desired. If they were to return, they would return here. But was here where he wanted to be? After being outed, no, Louisiana was no longer safe. Here he could stay until his siblings returned or he found another home to call his own.
Maybe he would go exploring under the safety of the night sky and the stars in the heavens. Maybe… Noise drew his attention to a large, grand house. New, but the party was in full sway and swagger, laughter in the gardens, music streaming out from the open doors. Perhaps there was something else he might do here, after he'd seen to an update to his wardrobe.